"We were more worried about privacy for Randi and Tara. I've got to go, Stan. I'm going to find the hotel manager and get to the bottom of things. Cal... me back later or don't. It's up to you."It didn't take Brock long to find the web site hosting the pictures. There was nothing salacious about them. It showed him dancing with the girl he knew as Rebecca but who was identified at Rita Looker in the caption. There was one with Al talking to Lucy Miller, no relation, (who was dubbed Emily Proper). Now that he had attended to the needs of his cock, master was ready to teach her what it meant to be really and truly completely fucked. He wheeled the fucking machine with what would feel like a monster cock to her attached to the end up to her cunt. He took his time setting it up so it would thrust all the way in, slightly bumping against her cervix, before pulling all the way back out to just the tip. Then he positioned a vibrator right on her still engorged and highly sensitive clit and set. The wooden plank pressed into her butt at a weird angle and she shifted her weight around, her hand diving into the small space between her body and clothes. There was no time to pull them down, and no time to start slow either.Her fingers were inside of her before she really knew it, the coarse skin on them providing just the amount of friction she needed. Her right angled flashlight on the shoulder strap of her backpack illuminated the tunnel in front of her, but she herself was engulfed in. Refuse, and I take this paper to the principal and you watch your life flushed down the toilet. And don't question, it's as good as a refusal. Do you understand?" Yes."The hint of hope mixed with a smattering of trepidation showed in the boy's features but his sad voice almost made me want to go easier on him. But, then i remembered what he tried to pull one and how little he must think of me and my sympathy evaporated. "First and last chance, in here there's a school uniform from an old.